Luyện nghe bài hát Twisted Heat

We know y'all out to drink 'til throw up
We know y'all sittin' on
We know y'all reppin' your
But how many kill

Bounce that ass, load them
Let me see the niggaz that talk shit
While these muthatfuckaz be
And'll go for the

Ready to ride when they a lick
Thugs with the Chevy's, with the trucks
The real gun runner never run he bust
Henny and he mobs in the front, smoke a 'dro

Sippin' with a fifty under the nuts
with ass and no gut
Let me see you jiggle it side to side
Niggaz if it's static then pass me the

Gonna 'til my ride
All the hoes that'll niggaz, with the 'fedi
Let's get buck up in the
And all my soldiers, out, gangstas, mob up
All the on the block

up on the fin and let's go get us a sack
Serve too, we got a custom 'Lac, hustlin'
Til a nigga bust, they back
Guys that'll roll them and win
Girls with 'fits show the skin

Real niggaz mind your best at the pen
Real hoes let best friend know about men
I be squeezin' ass
And'll make a full glass disappear a genie
to the LOX and Beanie

While them hoes backin' thang up on my weenie
It's like no nigga in the world see me
When I Ruff Ryde Drag-On
Rollin' up big babies in a
If you want we got bombs

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Gotta kick that for the fine bitches and all my nugz
For the ones who smoke pot, do stick ups and ball in our
What do a nigga say when he say Drag-On and
(Wanna me?)
Gangsta, let's ride, hustla me

By know everybody should know, that the kid spit
And this kid spit fire
And the bitch I don' like last night
I give a fuck 'bout a 2 and a half mic

'Cause the only magazine that I read
Is when I buy my gun it
How many bullets you digest in that one stomach?
I y'all run from it

And the click-click the Calico, I gotta go
it, pimp, with a lot of hoes
I'm the same muthafucka that's countin' that
that coke to a pot of gold

'Cause my is every color top that crackhead cop
I don't I gotta cap me a cop
As as I got enough money to cop me
A drop, pop enough

Drag, up boots by watchin' co-op's in convo at condos
Keep the up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me
I run up on in a cab with a meter on me
And the only on is me

And the only one bleedin' is you, to breeze with me
All the Roc is E N Y C E in the NYC with the T
All I really do is

F, R Y D E, D R A G, to the dash O N
Catch me, potent, bet it leave y'all, niggaz soakin'
With insides open

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Hold the fuck up, down
Drag, Twista, up
These muthafuckaz don't know what's real out
(They sure don't)
is volume 2
(Volume 2)
Nigga, so, get

(Drag-On)

(Drag-On)

Whether murder or bouncy beat, my flow be
Smokin' on tropical, achievin' all impossible
I up the block at you, I'ma pop at you
If momma cry there's nothin' I could do

Should fucked with Mr. Illogical
When I'm in to clubbin', clubbin', shake it, you break it
You to shapey, can't take it, wanna see you naked
I don' a boo muthafucka so you know I'm lit up
get up, spin witha a Twista, it's a stick up

This the shit pick up, let me load this clip up
Lust pour me liquor, Flame-On and Twista
Let's see if you murdered who'll ya
I love the dirty South that's why I gotta dirty mouth burn you out

Tell your bitch I got a dick that'll her out
Especially when I tell her around, I don' hurt her now
come back and I think it's time to get murdered now
I'm tired of silly clowns, out weak shit, sound like my shit

You gon' make me pull a all
Standin' in front of crib with that gasoline and that lighter
Now hit, we miss ya, Drag-On and Twista
(Puttin' it on 'em)